Send Her Victorious

Marvel Studios has been in a bit of a funk, in this reviewer’s eyes, as of late. The films are great (especially if you ignore Eternals), but those Disney+ shows are falling into Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. grades of campy. Unfortunately, the newest film doesn’t save the orphanage shows, but ohh-ho-ho, what a film it is! The impossible task of re-imagining a sequel to Black Panther sans the late, great Chadwick Boseman has been realized, and it’s every bit as worthy as the eponymous mantle and the man who wore it!

Director Ryan Coogler returns to the world he helped realize and brings to it tougher stakes than its predecessor. With the death of King T’Challa comes threats to Wakanda from the outside world, above and below. Against this, Princess Shuri (Letitia Wright, Death on the Nile) is drowning herself in technological innovations to surpress the pain of losing her brother. However, the struggle comes swimming up to her doorstep in the form of Prince Namor (Tenoch Huerta Mejía, The Forever Purge), leader of the underwater kingdom of Talokan, and he brings with him an ultimatum that will decide the fate of all who reside in a nation in mourning.

Let’s not hold back or mince words — this movie was a success on arrival. People at my local cinema were sobbing en masse within the first five minutes, if not less. This is, if nothing more to the layperson, why we go to the cinema; we love a communal sense of emotion. The loss of Chadwick Boseman still stings hard in the heartstrings of America, to say nothing of the entire African-descended population of the world, and his loss is reflected exceptionally well. That being said, his triumph is also reflected as well — this is as much his film as it is anyone else’s, be they filmmaker or filmgoer.

The cast of this film are at the top of their game — many reviewers have said that the film functions, at least in part, as an outlet for the actors’ grief, and they’re quite right, but this is more than just forcing emotion out to the camera. Miss Wright, undoubtedly the MVP of the first film, acts with nuance and grace as Shuri, and is never hamming it up for the camera. She is in this to honor her predecessor and, in doing so, inspire a whole new generation of Kings and Queens, Princes and Princesses. The same can be said of Angela Bassett (Waiting to Exhale), returning as Queen Ramonda, and it is she who is the MVP of this film. She portrays a mother in grief in all the right ways — silent strength, raging anger only when appropriate, and the anchor on which the stars stand, both literally and metaphorically. Relative newcomer Tenoch Huerta Mejía is captivating as Namor, doubtless Marvel’s most complicated villain-cum-antihero. He’s something of a tragic villain, in that his struggle to maintain his kingdom’s sovereignty is felt by the audience, particularly in his given backstory, but the means by which he intends to do it are abhorrent. He is truly complex, and that is something brilliant that Marvel has brought to their superhero films. Lupita Nyong’o (Star Wars: Episode IX – The Rise of Skywalker), makes a surprising (at least to me) return as Nakia, the intended of the late T’Challa, and she is a welcome support to Sburi at a pivotal time, as is Winston Duke (Us), as the ultra-traditional M’Baku. Lastly, Dominique Thorne (If Beale Street Could Talk) is given her first showing as Riri Williams, soon to be known as Ironheart, and is brilliantly showcased without being insufferable and detracting from the story at hand. The writers of her upcoming Disney+ show should take note of this film.

Coogler and co-writer Joe Robert Cole succeed in this new film, introducing new characters and reestablishing old favorites without feeling clunky or desperate for recognition. Admittedly, the film is at its weakest when it focuses on establishing pre-exisiting, non-Wakandan MCU characters like Everett Ross (Martin Freeman, Sherlock) or future villain-in-chief Valentina (Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Veep), both of whom have a future outside this film, but if that’s the only thing holding the story back — and it is — it’s not affecting my enjoyment of it.

Speaking bluntly, 2018’s Black Panther, while justly nominated for Best Picture of the Year at the following year’s Academy Awards, was nominated out of pity — remember, that same year, they were going to create a Best Achievement in Popular Film Award, doubtless made to award the film something. Well, this film is also a just and, in my view, better contender to win the coveted, legitimate award, but in the end, it’s not awards that will sell tickets for this movie. Rather, it’s honoring the legacy of a pioneer of film and culture, and seeing what our future can become, if we work toward it together.

The Beginning is the End is the Beginning

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SPOILERS AHEAD

What else can I say about Avengers: Infinity War that hasn’t already been said? Truly, it’s one of the year’s first triumphs, and in my loving and critical eyes, an early candidate for Best Motion Picture of the Year – pick your ceremony.

The stakes are as high as they’ve ever been in this film; Thanos (Josh Brolin, True Grit) has brought planets to their knees in the name of finding the Infinity Stones, and we open with his massacre of the Asgardian survivors (last seen in Thor: Ragnarok). Thor (Chris Hemsworth, Rush) is left for dead, but Bruce Banner (Mark Ruffalo, Begin Again) manages to escape. Sheer luck lands him in the New York sanctum in front of Doctor Strange (Benedict Cumberbatch, Parade’s End) and Wong (Benedict Wong, Marco Polo). With all hell about to break loose, Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr., The Judge) is called in to help, but his won’t be enough – scattered, The Avengers must reteam after their Civil War and ally with the Guardians of the Galaxy to fight a war that will determine the fate of existence.

The heroes of this equation are at their best – Spider-Man (Tom Holland, The Lost City of Z) continues to prove his worth as an Avenger and is no longer the annoying Jamie Bell clone he once was in Captain America: Civil War. What’s more, Stark is well-written this time around (and it only took two writers!), and is once again a character I care about. Returning to the films is, at last, Captain America (Chris Evans, Puncture), now bearded, pissed off and ready for round two with an alien menace. Unexpected standouts include Vision (Paul Bettany, A Knight’s Tale) and Scarlet Witch (Elizabeth Olsen, Kodachrome), the star-crossed lovers of the MCU, facing their hardest test yet – remember, Vision holds the Mind Stone in his head. The lynchpins, however, to this film are Star-Lord (Chris Pratt, The Magnificent Seven) and Gamora (Zoë Saldana, Star Trek Beyond), who hold the key to survival or death of all they love — Saldana especially is at her best as Thanos’ adopted warprize, seeking vengeance and then some.

Again, this is the ballsiest film in the history of comic book movies; more daring than Watchmen or even The Avengers, if for nothing more than this is a saddening film. True, there are jokes in this film, but not in the Justice League sense; they bring some levity to the film, but by and large, this is a David and Goliath story where Goliath wins — mercilessly. The emotion is sold to the audience by both the sincerity of its heroes as well as its villain — Brolin is at the top of his game as the sadistic titan, obsessed with balancing life in the universe through xenocide. He brings to a 2D drawing the drive and mania of a terrorist mastermind sight unseen since the late Heath Ledger’s Joker in 2008’s The Dark Knight — exuding menace and filling the IMAX screen the movie was designed for, but all you can do is wonder what his next move will be.

Speaking of, if you live within the vicinity of an IMAX theater, cough up the $20 and see it in the way it was shot — this is the first major motion picture to be filmed entirely in IMAX; to see it in a lesser format is a waste of money. All this innovative story and tech is thanks to three people — Kevin Feige, erstwhile producer and president of Marvel Studios, and Joe & Anthony Russo, directors and favorite sons of Cleveland, Ohio. These men dare to dream big for characters they so love and aren’t afraid to both let us have fun and make us cry. Grounded in fantastic realism, we believe in the morals of these heroes, and when they fall, we mourn for them, but heroes rise again — they always get the last word, and you haven’t heard the last of The Avengers yet.

Rating: 5/5